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There was a cloud in the sky and it looked like a balloon with teeth that were jagged and raw like it just ate a poorly constructed falafel. Gene stared up with big wide gaping eyes and as he did the clouds changed and became new objects. The balloon with teeth turned into an elephant with a whip, a shark with a smile, and a pile of broken bricks and then finally a lizard.
Gene snapped out of his cloud gazing when he discovered an army of ants crawling casually over his thick dense fur. He jump

Hello, my name is Jeffrey and I have a crazy story about how I ended up here. Where is here? We must start at the beginning to answer that question. I’ve lost track of time so pardon my recounting, as it may not be completely accurate. It was about 3 years ago. I was an intern at a newspaper in Las Vegas, Nevada. Not exactly the print capital of the world but I was paying my dues and hoping for some kind of recognition at the end of the line. I worked late one night, call it a Monday, no wait

My name is Jeremy Pernell and I am 56 years old. I am a janitor at Washington Middle School. I like seeing the students. Some of them call me “Dad.” When a student has a problem, they do not come to me to talk. They do not go to their friends, or to their teachers. I see them talk to themselves and I see them swallow what they are about to say and they don’t know what has been unspoken. They have small brains. I learned this from a 10th grade science book that was on the floor. Maybe the

I was walking along the beach, enjoying the feeling of the wet sand beneath my feet. It was November and the beach was empty and quiet. I like walking where the sand is wet, and every once in a while a wave washes up farther than the others, and when it reaches me it is a pleasant layer of seawater, achieving its apex and then recedes and it is this layer of water that I step into along my walks. I had my shoes in my hand, and they swung gently in my gait, and I sometimes stopped and closed my e

There was a monster living in his closet.
He started shoveling all of his clothes in his dresser drawers to avoid using the closet. They wouldn’t fit very well but he made it work. He was able to avoid the monster and get on with his life.
His mother came in one morning while he was at school and saw all of his nice clothes stuffed into the few drawers he had. This did not please her. She worked very hard to buy him those clothes and he was treating them like discarded toys. She pulled the